Bad Advice 4

A/N: Sorry for the long wait to update. I've only seen each ep once, so I had to do some research. I'm operating under the "the shooting happened in May" theory. Thanks for all the views and comments.

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"I don't know how to help him," Donna says and she sounds so concerned.

I sigh. I know what I'm going to say, I know I won't be proud of it later, I know that it'll hurt Donna, but I'm very pregnant and I'm so damn tired of hearing about Josh 24 hours a day. "I'm not a psychiatrist. What in the hell do you want me to do about it?" My tone is snarky, rude, and makes me feel a little better.

Donna takes in a sharp breath. It's so loud I can hear it over the phone. "Brooke…" She is going to reprimand me, I just know it. I've been baiting her for a month now. I'm tired of hearing about Josh, I'm tired of being pregnant, I'm tired of Donna not caring I'm pregnant and I really want some Taco Bell. If Josh wanted Taco Bell, Donna would drive to Mexico, but me…She's saying something. "I know you are very pregnant and I know I call you about him all the time and I swear after you help me with this, I'll talk to you about you and Chris and the baby…"

I hang up.

35 minutes later

"I deserved that."

"Probably, but I shouldn't have done it."

"I'm sorry."

"Me, too."

"At least you can blame the pregnancy hormones."

I chuckle. "Your boss suffered a horrible tragedy and you're his friend and you…care about him and he obviously needs help and I'm being whiney and selfish."

"What do I do?"

I turn over carefully and it takes me a while. Donna must know I'm doing something that isn't me being mad or hanging up on her, because she waits. "Talk to Leo." God, I feel like I work at the White House, too. I can't remember some of my patient's names lately, but I know Leo and CJ and Toby and God help me, Josh.

"And say what?"

"The truth."

"What if I'm wrong?"

"Donna, have you ever been wrong about Josh?"

She doesn't answer, but I know the answer: no.

"How are you?"

"I'm seven month pregnant, Chris is in the middle of a trial and never home, I only work fours a day, and my best friend is dealing with a traumatic situation that it is even sadder than me." I laugh, but it's hollow.

"Brooke," Donna starts, but I cut her off.

"Donna, I love you, but hang up and go talk to Leo."

I can hear her smile. "Thank you," she whispers and hangs up.

I turn up the volume on Oprah and try not to feel pathetic and unloved. When Josh is better, I must ask him to teach me how to be center of everyone's universe.

Two months and 1 week later:

While I'm giving birth to Grace, Josh and Donna are looking at numbers with Joey Lucas about the State of the Union. Donna visited, brought a gift, told me how beautiful my daughter was and how gorgeous I looked. Chris gave the trial to his second chair for a week and surprisingly, Joshua Lyman called from the White House and congratulated me and then said, "Thanks for telling Donna to talk to Leo." I just said "Yep" and we hung up. I guess I don't need to get Josh to teach me anything after all.